Chapter 641
She also dreamed that he said a lot of things to her, but she did not hear them.
In the dream, she told him to speak louder because she could not hear him, but his mouth simply continued to open and close. She was unable to hear a single word and had been incredibly anxious.
Mrs. Lane turned to look at Serenity, then turned back to her work.
“I sent your sister and Sonny home yesterday evening and stayed overnight at their place. I really have no clue if Mr. York came back or not.”
Serenity smacked her own head. “Right, you didn’t come home. Ugh, my head hurts. Mrs. Lane, can you please make me a bowl of hangover soup? No, I’m going to take a painkiller. My head is killing me.”
Serenity turned and slipped out of the kitchen.
Acting completely naturally, she wandered into the guest room and found the medicine box to grab a bottle of painkillers.
“Headache?”
Her sister’s voice resounded.
that she
sleeping well. I’ll
she was seen by Liberty, she stopped trying to
good drinker and get drunk after just a few glasses, but you never listen to what I say. Do you think you can go drinking without consequences because Zachary isn’t at
comes back, I’m telling him to take you along on his business trips in
for work. What am I going to
couple of
a load of bull. Do you think I don’t know you? You can’t drink, yet you love
the kitchen while scolding her sister, “Ask Mrs. Lane to make you a bowl of hangover
you love me the most, Liberty. You’re the best sister
“Yeah, yeah.”
Liberty glared at Serenity.
to her sister, “Zachary has
clothes will dry easily when the sun rises, but
It had not rained the past two days either.
Although it was cold, there were occasional sunny hours during the day.
The house Liberty rented did not have as much sunlight as Serenity’s, but the mother and son’s clothes. were able to dry after hanging them out in the sun all day.
Serenity said instinctively, “Zachary rarely dries his clothes on the main balcony. He has a small one in hist room, so he always dries his clothes over there.”
Liberty hung the clothes again and said, “If he doesn’t dry his clothes here, then whose clothes are these? Yours? This long pair of trousers should be Zachary’s. It’s clear they’re men’s pants.”
Serenity was at a loss.
She carried the bowl and walked out to see.
She froze.
It really was Zachary’s pants. His shirt as well as his briefs were there too.
“That’s weird. I remember he rarely hangs his clothes outside. Besides, I helped him pack his luggage. before he went on his business trip. I made sure he didn’t have any clothes left out in the sun.”
